Her Vampire Prince (Midnight Doms)

by Ines Johnson

  Hadrian pulls my chest back, forcing me to stand up straight. The plug changes angles and a feeling of fullness takes over in my body, leaving me feeling invaded. The fullness is delicious, and it spreads throughout my body.

  “Do not come,” Hadrian commands. “If you come now it will be the only time I allow it. Do you understand?”

  No, no I don’t. “Yes.” I squeak.

  “Just wait for it, Cari,” he whispers in my ear. “It’ll be big and beautiful, I promise.”

  Hadrian comes back to stand before me. There is rope in his hands. He wraps the rope around my waist, his thumb and forefinger brushing over my flesh. I am so hypersensitive that I sense the difference in temperature of his fingernails as he threads the ropes, and then the pads of his fingers as he pulls the rope taut against my skin.

  He walks around me as I stand on display for him. Hadrian’s touch makes my nipples hard, but his gaze pierces them into fine points. His breath against my abdomen makes my pussy slick. And then there is the plug.

  It’s too much sensation. I have to shut my eyes. But the loss of one of my senses does not de-tune me. Desire is a fuming cloud in the air that invades my lungs with every inhale.

  And then there is the touch of the ropes. The thread Hadrian uses is silky and coarse at the same time. It moves like satin on my skin as he makes his loops. Every time I make the slightest movement against the grain, I meet with a delicious friction. I have to fight to keep still and not squirm for the sheer pleasure of it.

  Hadrian ends the first bit of knot work with an intricate large node that rests on my belly button. The weight of it sparks desire in my gut, and that desire sinks lower into my throbbing, wet pussy. I am on fire and soaked at the same time.

  Next, Hadrian passes the ropes between my legs. I nearly buckle over as the dry rope hits my slick wetness. He keeps me upright as he pulls the ropes up the crack of my ass like a g-string. With his fingers, he arranges the ropes at my pussy on either side of my clit. The ropes that hit my crack push the butt plug another millimeter inside of me.

  My lips are trembling at this point. There is a tremor in my hands as I try to hold still as he continues. This is the sweetest agony I’ve ever experienced in my life.

  Somehow I have the presence of mind to remember Hadrian’s warning. He told me that if I came without his permission it would be the only time I came tonight. I grit my teeth, ball my hands into fists, and try to rein in the increasing pleasure.

  Hadrian continues the knot work behind me until another heavy knot rests at the base of my spine. Each tug of his ropes brushes against the bind at my pussy. The ropes squeeze around my clitoris. My legs are shaking. When I begin panting, Hadrian stops. He comes around the front and stares at me. He doesn’t need to use his words to warn me not to come.

  “I didn’t,” I say. “But I really, really want to.”

  Hadrian’s all-business veneer cracks a smile. “You’re being a very good girl, Cari. I’m very pleased with you. I just might let you come sooner than I’d planned.”

  My body sags in relief, but the moment I let go of my hold I feel an orgasm knock on the door. I grit my teeth and press my heels into the floor. Hadrian waits a moment, watching me. His expression tells me he expects me to fail at this moment, to come against his command. Hell, I expect me to fail at this moment.

  But I don’t. I get a hold of myself before my inner muscles clench. I raise my chin at him in triumph. Hadrian smirks, but I can tell he is impressed.

  He reaches the rope over my head and loops it on to the ring of the human-sized tripod. He gives the rope a tug, and I am airborne.

  The ropes take all of my weight and leave me without a care in the world. They cradle me in the twine, leaving me with nothing to hold on to. There is nothing holding me back. I am restrained, but I am flying. I am free. This is pure bliss.

  Hadrian gives me a gentle shove, and I am truly flying. As the slight breeze hits me in the face the ropes press against my pussy, giving me a rough friction. On the way back, I feel the pressure in my ass. It pushes the plug even deeper.

  There is nothing I can do now. There is no floor to ground myself into. I clench my hands, but it isn’t enough. An orgasm is coming soon whether I want it to or not, and Hadrian is nowhere near finished toying with me.

  Next, he wraps a chain around my breast. The cold metal is a shock to my system. It brings my attention from the heat between my thighs on my pussy and ass. My mind reels between the cold chain, the friction of the rope, and the heat both materials create. And then there is Hadrian, whose hands continue to tug at the ropes and run against my skin.

  I am wrapped up in all of these sensations when a buzzing sound starts. I open my eyes to see a Magic Wand in Hadrian’s hands. Just the disturbance of the air caused by the motor of the vibrator sends shivers down my spine.

  Hadrian runs the vibrator all along my body, over spots I’d never considered to be sensitive. He rests the vibrator on my nipple, already a tight rock. The chains rattle over my skin causing the sensations to multiply tenfold.

  I pant. I beg. I plead.

  Almost instantly I am rewarded when he runs the vibrator over my pussy. It doesn’t come in direct contact with my labia because there are ropes in the way. Hadrian puts the wand on the ropes. The vibrations go through the ropes and directly to my clit. My hips jerk making the ropes seesaw against my front and back openings.

  Hadrian takes the vibrator away. “You want it?”

  “Yes! Yes, Hadrian, yes.”

  “Beg me.”

  “Whaa?”

  He turns the vibrator off and crosses his arms.

  “Please, Hadrian. Please let me come.”

  With a cocky grin, he turns the vibrator back on. Just the sound has me jumping out of my skin.

  “Please, Hadrian. Please.” It becomes a chant. “Please, please, please. Please, please, please.”

  Finally, he puts the vibrator back on my thigh. The closer it gets to my core, the more my body tenses in anticipation. My stomach flutters. My panting diaphragm causes the ropes to rub against my skin.

  My heart pounds. I am breathless. I tingle all over.

  Finally, Hadrian waves his Magic Wand over my happy place.

  I look up at him, pleading, delirious.

  He gives me the slightest of nods.

  Sparks fly like in a magician’s spell. It’s like my body is liquid and the vibrator is an electric cord. I lose control of my limbs as they jerk in each direction in response to my clenching inner muscles.

  The orgasm starts on my clit but then travels down the rope to my labia. As I clench internally, the butt plug dings pleasure sensors I never knew existed, which then zip back down to my labia and back up to my clit.

  The cycle repeats on loop until I blackout.

  Chapter 25

  Hadrian

  I should stop. I know this, but I can’t bring myself to. Cari is breathtaking when she orgasms.

  Her nipples strain like a berry so ripe it’s ready to fall off the vine with no aid. Her belly trembles in wave-like ripples. Her round ass clenches molding to perfect globes. But it’s her lips I can’t take my eyes or my mouth off.

  She makes the most perfect sounds. Most of the time it’s my name she says. But she softens all the consonants until they’re close to vowels.

  I want to hear her say it over and over again, so I keep the vibrator pressed to her clit as the pleasure wracks her body. The moment one orgasm begins to crest, I move the wand to her ass in search of a deeper anal orgasm. When her back bends, I press the wand into her pussy, angling the device towards her g-spot to keep the sweet agony rolling through her.

  She begs me. To stop? To continue? Her words aren’t exactly intelligible.

  The only reason that I do relent and move the wand from her is that I ache to have her in my arms. When the buzzing of the vibrator stops, her pants and moans permeate the room. I lift her from the suspension apparatus.

  Her body come
s to me with no protest, no push back. She is limp as I cut the bonds that bind her perfect body. But even as I cut each tie, I feel her winding her way around my limbs, my heart, and if I still have it, my soul.

  I had always thought love was pain. That it should hurt.

  Pain was the body's response to stimulus. The sensation, the ache, the strain; it was the only thing Domitia gave to me. So I determined it must be love.

  How wrong I was.

  Cari wraps her arms around my neck. Her nails curl into the fabric of my shirt. Her nose burrows into my neck. Her eyelashes flutter closed on my cheek.

  She trusts me completely. She has given me her complete surrender. I could do with her whatever I want and she would allow it.

  Her feet, though they dangle over my lap, would not run away to another or kick out at me when annoyed. Her hands would not ball into fists when upset and strike me when in a rage.

  She sits docile in my lap. With her arms around me. She doesn’t see that just as I have her and will never let her go, her hold on me is absolute.

  I am nearly at a loss as to how to receive her affection when kindness, tenderness, and care were so sparsely given to me in my entire lifetime.

  Any time after laying with Domitia, I was left with a hollow feeling. I originally thought it was because she'd taken my soul. I always felt the need to be filled, and only she could fill it.

  Not now.

  Sitting with Cari in my arms, brushing strands of her hair away from her lovely face, cradling her bare, lush ass over my straining erection, I feel so full that my fingers tingle. My tongue swells in my mouth, leaving me unable to speak. My chest expands, yet I find that there is more space within the cavity to give her more.

  Is this love?

  I don’t care what it’s called. I will fight to keep hold of this feeling. I will die if anything gets between myself and this sensation.

  Carignan’s eyelids flutter open. “Hey?”

  “Hey.”

  ”Are you ever going to actually fuck me? Like, in my vagina with your cock?”

  I laugh. Then I throw back my head and bellow. Laughter is a familiar sound. But in my past, it was often preceded by cruelty.

  The sound that leaves me doesn’t have a trace of pain. I don't cower or wince at it. Neither does Carignan. Joy is a strange sensation. It will take some time for me to get used to it.

  "Yes, my treasure. I will fuck you in your vagina with my cock. I will fuck you so hard and so thoroughly that night will become day. But not here. I don't want them to hear the screams."

  "Am I that loud?" she asks.

  "I will be that loud."

  I am going to shout my devotion to this creature from the top of my lungs the moment my cock breaches her virginal skin. I will lay myself bare for her. When I do, the act will make me vulnerable. I might have a modicum of trust for Frangelico now that he’s given me aid not once, but twice. But I'd never let any other paranormal, save my brothers, be close to me when I am so vulnerable.

  There is a knock at the door. I barely contain my hiss as I glare at the wood of the door frame. My fangs break through my gums, but I don’t flash them. I don’t want to scare Carignan. I don’t know what she’ll think when she finds out the monster I really am.

  I yank a sheet from the supplies stored in a cabinet and wrap it around Cari. I know that no one would dare interrupt me. Save Frangelico.

  When I crack open the door, I see that I am right.

  "We have a problem," he says. "An informant in the police force called to warn me that we're about to be raided."

  "Raided? But you said –"

  "Apparently my politician friend that we spoke of earlier has broken our agreement."

  Frangelico doesn’t peer into the room to look at Carignan, but I catch his meaning. Arneis has betrayed him.

  "Prepare your friend,” he says. “There is a back way out."

  Before Frangelico can shut the door, I hold out my palm to him. Frangelico stares at my open gesture a second before clasping his palm with mine. I may not have wanted him as an ally, but at this moment I am grateful that he looked out for me and mine.

  He did not have to come to warn me. He could have let me get caught up in the raid. Especially if it would mean Arneis’ sister might make the headlines; that would’ve been a convenient bit of payback for Arneis going back on the bribe he’d instituted.

  But Frangelico came to me personally. He must truly have no ill will towards me despite his history with Domitia. I’m not yet ready to call him friend. But I suppose I can no longer call him my enemy.

  "Looks like you're in a predicament," says Frangelico. "I don't envy you Sunday dinner with the family."

  I shut the door and dress Cari quickly, ignoring her queries of what the matter is. I’ll wait until she’s out of harm's way to tell her that her brother isn't the man she believes him to be.

  Carignan’s legs are wobbly, so I carry her out of the room and through the back door Frangelico indicates. From my peripheral view, I see that all of the vampires are moving out of the dungeon. Only the humans are left behind.

  I strap Cari into the passenger seat of my car. After I get in on the driver's side, I fire up the ignition. We take off just as the first siren wails onto the street.

  "What just happened?" she asks.

  "Just a little betrayal. Nothing for you to worry about."

  I speed away from the scene. Pushing the car to its top speed, I ignore the traffic lights and signs. My need to get her back to my home trumps all. The sun will be up in a few hours and I want her safely tucked in before the first rays of dawn break.

  The headlights that come out of nowhere remind me of the sun. For a moment, I am startled. One moment is all it takes for the crash to catch me off guard.

  The tree comes out of nowhere. Then its limbs are everywhere. Through the front end of the car. Through the front of my chest.

  Chapter 26

  Cari

  For as long as I live, I will never forget the sound of the crash that killed my father.

  First, there was laughter. His. My Papa wasn’t an overweight man, but he had a big-bellied laugh like a mall Santa. But his laugh went hehehe instead of hohoho.

  He’d been laughing at me that night. I’d told a joke. I can't remember exactly what I said. I blocked that part out long ago. I only remember the sound of his laugh.

  Hehehe. Deep, and resonate. He always closed his eyes when he laughed. I’ve always known that fact about him. I should’ve remembered it that night. Maybe if I hadn’t made him laugh he wouldn’t have shut his eyes. Maybe if he hadn’t shut his eyes, he would still be here.

  After his laugh, there was a gasp. His intake of breath was sharp and shallow. Probably because he'd been laughing and had exhaled most of his breath.

  His eyes had gone wide. So wide, so white that I could make out the lights of the oncoming car in them.

  Before I could face forward, I was being thrown back. My father was meticulous about car care, but I distinctly remember the sound of metal on metal, clashing and scraping. The squeal of the brakes was like a record scratch to his laugh track.

  Then the squeal of rubber on asphalt. It was like a scream, but not from a human throat. Like the rubber knew what was about to happen. Like it was mourning the loss that it was powerless to stop.

  And then came the worst of the sounds. Metal folding into metal.

  My father didn't scream. He said two words to me. Then he didn't make another sound. It was my voice that filled the gaps of the metal scraping. It was me that screamed.

  Why was this all playing in my head again? Why was it so vivid? Like it was happening again.

  I know I'm not back there at the scene of my father’s death. I know that I am with Hadrian.

  Hadrian. The man that I fell in love with at first sight. The man who I knew, after two nights and countless orgasms, that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

  Why do I keep blacking out after each
time we are together? Will I ever be able to handle his intense loving? Perhaps it just will take practice.

  In any case, I don't want to live in the past any longer. I want to move beyond the nightmare that was my father's death. I want to forgive myself because there was nothing that I did wrong.

  I’d made my father laugh a million times before that night. He’d only closed his eyes for a second, in the time it took him to blink. There was nothing that I could do to stop it.

  It wasn’t my fault. I understand that now.

  With Hadrian by my side, I have remembered how to live again, how to love. He gives me all the adrenaline I need. It's coursing through my veins now as I open my eyes from the incredible loving he’d given to me inside the club.

  I stretch my limbs against the cushion. My arms and legs are sore. But I expect that after being strung up with ropes and pleasured to within an inch of my life.

  I reach for Hadrian. Unlike the last time I woke up in his bed, he is there beside me. I feel his strong arms that held me so tightly the other night. He’d wrapped himself around me and told me nothing would ever hurt me while I was in his care.

  So why does something feel wrong now? Why doesn’t he reach out and wrap his arms around me? Why does Hadrian feel cold?

  I open my eyes and see that we are not in his bed. We are not in the club. We are outside. Under a tree.

  How did we get here? I turn to ask Hadrian and my ears fill with screams.

  The car has split in two. The tree stands between the headlights. Tree limbs have fallen around us. One large branch is sticking into Hadrian's chest.

  No. No. This is not happening to me. Not again.

  Hadrian’s eyes are closed, but there are crinkles in them. Not like my dad's whose eyes had remained open as I watched them go glassy and lifeless.

  Hadrian sighs a long, low sound of pain. He's still alive. And I intend to keep him that way.

  I press the buckle on my seatbelt. It loosens and I fling the strap away from my body. Ignoring the soreness in my legs, I climb over my seat to him.